Fingerless glove

looking for what's missing... I'm a knitting, spinning, mother of teenagers with a big dog, a small cat, minus the lovely rabbit Meliflua.

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Right now I'm listening to "An Irish Country Village" by Patrick Taylor, reading "Lots of Candles, Plenty of Cake" by Anna Quindlen and knitting Wisconsin Wintersocks. And casting off the lace shawl I've been working on since I last posted.

Friday, December 22, 2006

The stockings were hung

I've hung this stocking every Christmas of my life (except the first one when I'd just left the hospital after the hard work of being born) -- in 5 states and 2 different countries. Needless to say, it is pretty old. It's just big enough to hold an apple, a tangerine, some nuts and a candy cane.

My Mom made it for me back when felt from the dry goods store was still made out of wool. The hanging loop was replaced with a twisted cord of Red Heart yarn, back when Red Heart was still wool, too. It was leftover yarn from my first knitting project: a red scarf. Cast on 32 stitches with size 13 needles, knit each row for awhile, gather the cast on and bound off edges and finish each with a tassel. Very chic.

We have more glamorous stockings in my house -- gleaming taffeta with a padded smocked cuff, stitched in metallic gold with gold bells -- but I always hang mine. The green patch on the toe? Not ornamental. When I was about 10, I left a walnut in the toe when packing it away after Christmas. An enterprising mouse nibbled through the wool felt to get to the nut. The stitches aren't very even around the patch and the terrycloth cuff is a bit bedraggled. I think the bells were originally on Joan(ie)'s stocking, but some under-the-table trade was made that Mom probably never knew about until now.

Cassie invited some friends for a small party and she's been getting the house ready. It seemed like a good time to ditch some clutter. She is ruthless, hardly a sentimental bone in her body yet she never suggested, "Why don't you get rid of this old thing?" It's been hung every Christmas of her life, too.


Anonymous smf said...

I suspect it is the only one of the six that is still in existence. Kinda shows who the sentimental one in the family is doesn't it?

6:50 PM  
Anonymous cassie said...

what?! i said to get rid of that nasty, rusted old wagon that sits on the porch gathering animal droppings, not your stocking!

11:50 AM  
Anonymous -joanie said...

Boy does that bring back some memories. But shouldn't it be hanging from the back of a chair?

10:54 AM  
Blogger Lene Andersen said...

Sigh. How lovely. Keep hanging that stocking.

Merry Christmas!

11:57 AM  

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